The years
When they were young
she watched her children being beaten
No words could contain her,
and so she screamed at him to stop, please stop, in the name of all that is good and decent, please stop.
So he stopped.
He looked at her.
And he beat her instead.
The years haven’t been so kind to her.
Her children never write.
He has divorced her.
She is missing teeth,
and carries other scars
only a few of which
you can actually see.
